From the Stairs to the Charts

Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.

(Source: lunafur)

laughingstation:

that one kid in class who thinks they’re funny and feels the need to comment on everything

(Source: whoatakeiteasyman)

my life won’t be complete until a boy has made me a mixtape

(Source: electraaheart)

the-intelligent-elephant:

this is perfect

(Source: suzzeh)

dolliecrave:

w0lfstyle:

cupids-addiction:

my favourite photo on tumblr

mindfucked me for a lifetime

this is creepy i want a hug

I reblog this every time I see it

Time is relative. Who are we to say sixty seconds equal a minute…

Exactly

Shit

That wall speak the truth.

Naw those are units of measurement. Time exists on a measurable linear plane of existence.

Seconds and minutes are just dimensions of time we have chosen to scale it with.

I swear I saw “Cocks exist” first.

sonic-hip-attack:

islamicbutterflies:

theheroofstupidity:

islamicbutterflies:

I don’t get help because I am the helper.

I’m sure I’m not the only person who can relate to this. You’re the friend who helps everyone, gives them advice when they need it, tells them they’re perfect when they feel ugly, and help them with their relationships even though you’ve never been in one yourself. But then the time comes around for you to be sad, for you to need help, and they’re not there to give it. Sure, sometimes you may not tell people you need help when you need it, but when you do tell everyone just ignores the fact and continues on with their lives like you don’t matter. And then the next day they come to you for more help.

I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even care if I get their help or not. I wouldn’t even know what to do if they did offer help, I’ve never been on the other side of the relationship and I would feel out of place if I was. I’ve become better at dealing with my feelings and problems myself rather than telling anyone or even anything.

More on this.

At some point, you don’t even want help anymore, even if you need it, because you’re so far gone into your role that you can’t see yourself getting help. You get to a point where you refuse other people’s help because you don’t want to burden them, because you’re the person that’s supposed to be burdened by others. At some point, you become afraid of getting help.

^^^^

Hey. It’s me.

(Source: thewastedgeneration)

(Source: lovelesslylust)

lost-in-theclouds:

sththatoncemadeyousmile:

hayfuckyou:

yumcircles:

If you close your eyes just as it crashes, you feel really relaxed because your brain thinks you’ve actually died for a second.

it scares me how relaxed my brain actually was when i closed my eyes wow

forever reblog

Oh. Fuck.

I’m actually scared of how relaxed I felt

(Source: de-feated)

textpoops:

Shout out to the people who have already asked the exact questions from my homework on yahoo answers

(Source: wouldtheywriteasongforyou)